A Day in A Life During Fashion Week

New York Fashion Week came and went like a tornado- time to job blog.

Note: I will not mention any of our clients (links provided) so my (if you are reading this might I add lovely) coworkers will not find it via our numerous Google Alerts.

SEEN:

….while working the backstage access door at a show:

The girl working backstage access with me, (not a co-worker nor anything to do with press) giving the designer a hard time about not being on the backstage list. He waltzed in.
“Excuse me…name???”
He said it.
“Who??!?!?” She scanned the list.
“He’s the designer,” I jokingly giggled and tried to play it off as “or course” as he passed, annoyed.

The Devil Wears Prada herself, walking out of her private car looking frail with huge sunglasses, toting body guard. She divided an inanely crowded backstage like Moses parting a sea.

This one looking pretty in pink but… how do I put it…. THIN. What happened??!?! She looked amazing in Blue Crush. I hate you Hollywood; leave these girls alone.


…..while working the “you’re not on the list/oh HI, we’ve been waiting for you, come on it” at the door to the party for this store opening:

Fifth Avenue shut done. Police, bodyguards, crowds on onlookers, crowds of party-goers trying to get in. CRAZY-ness.

Being offered pot to let a couple inside.

A woman threatening to get the VP of my company fired because she wasn’t allowed in.

This girl- with a $6000 face of makeup and $1600 manicure- all paid for by the designer so she would make an appearance. Thank god she wore a hat... no telling how much the hairdresser would have charged.

Other celebs.


…while working at The Waverly Inn, seating guests.

The designer mingling, cigar in hand, throughout the bought out restaurant with 120 fashion editors, socialites, and celebrities. (This put in back at cool $100,000.)

This girl and her sister, “This is my little sister Ashley, younger but taller.” And, might I personally add, prettier.

Me, drinking free champagne with co-workers as the workday came to an end at 12:30am. Later we would eat at the trendy PopBurger, continue the drinks, food, etc and charge it all to the company.

*I might add there were two groups of PR girls working during the night mentioned above. The other group went out to dinner with the designer’s son and too many drinks later ended up at an exclusive club where senior members of the brand and MY BOSS finished their evenings. Tables broke, participation in a scandalous burlesque show- nudity included, a dildo “exploding” in the face of on of my co-workers….all and all just SCANDALOUS. My boss saw this sight and was none too pleased….. heads rolled, the office talked.

AND if you are interested in seeing my boss.... shoulder length hair looking to the side in the background.